Five Times Sherlock Solved the Case......and the one time John beat him to it.
“Case file. From Lestrade, he wanted me to give it to you.”
“Why? It says already solved. Unless he thinks there’s something wrong, which there probably is, knowing Scotland Yard.”
“I think it’s his way of gloating, Sherlock. You’ve solved the past five cases he’s got before he’s even got samples back from forensics. He wants to prove he can solve something on his own.”
“Well, he’s wrong.”
“Oh, for god’s sake, Sherlock, can’t you just-”
“No, he’s actually wrong. They’ve got it down as suicide, and it wasn’t. It was murder.”
“Really? Or is this just you sulking because the police managed to do something right for a change?”
“Really. The man had no history of mental instability or depression, no visits to
You're An Idiot, Ch. 13John wandered down the stair, yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. Two days of going to bed past midnight and waking up early had taken their toll and he felt bone-deep weariness aching through his body something not helped by the knot of worry curled in his stomach. After the confrontation with Morran and Lestrade's arrival, there had been endless statements take from him, Richard and Sarah.
Questions that didn't have answers were asked over and over in a vague hope that repetition would throw up something new. It didn't. Eventually, at around two in the morning, when John had been slumped in a chair in the police waiting room, hands wrapped around a polystyrene cup of undrunk coffee that had long since gone cold, Donovan had arrived and told him he could go home.
He'd been surprised by both her and Anderson far from being jubilant that Sherlock had finally gotten his 'comeuppance', they'd both seemed genuinely worried. After having seen Moriarty's work before, with